Hilda at Large

Thank you Catster friends for all the wonderful birthday wishes and rosettes. I had a wonderful birthday: I claimed my favorite bed and slept for a good 6 hours without Artie bugging me, got my favorite salmon treats, and was brushed by my humans. They were supposed to brush me for a couple of hundred hours but fifteen minutes in, my male human started whining that his wrist hurt. My female human told him, “It’s Hilda’s birthday. Whatever Hilda wants, Hilda gets. Keep brushing.” But I was so put off by my male human’s attitude that I decided he didn’t deserve to brush me.

Yesterday, my humans rearranged Artie’s old kitten room. Later in the day, I heard strange squeaks coming from the room. Elvin sat by the door all night mumbling, “Kitten food. Kitten food. Got to get me some kitten food.”